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Chapter 62-1
Chapter 62 “I would rather be a devil in alliance with truth, Tan an angel in alliance with falsehood.” . ― Ludwig Feuerbach, The Essence of Christianity . MIKHAIL Something horrible-smelling nuzzles me on the cheek. Every scrape of its furry muzzle is an assault against my battered flesh as its hot breath snuffles onto my brutalized skin. "Go away, Nemesis," I mumble. She moves to nibble on my feathers. I halfheartedly flap a wing, just to make her go away. A stabbing pain radiates down my knee-joint. Everything hurts. Where am I? And who let Nemesis into the house? The goat begins to lick my salty wounds. I reach clumsily to grab her collar, but she skitters away before I can grab her ear. I open my eyes. Sunlight stabs into my brain. Oh, gods… I squeeze them shut. My head s
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